We arrived at the club Hiro owns after an hour. This is the first time in my memory coming to a club. There is a long line to get into The Studio. The driver pulls up to the front entrance then gets out and opens the door for us. We get out and walk up to the doors.
The bouncers nod at Hiro and murmur "Sir."
Hiro doesn't even look at them as he walks by.
It is dimly lit in the club. There is a large stage where a Dj is spinning, a mob of people are in front jumping up and down and gyrating to the beat. There are women and men dancing in cages and on platforms through out the club wearing neon barely there speedos and lingerie. Hiro walks right past them to a set of stairs that lead to what I guess to be the VIP rooms.
There is a long hallway at the top of the stairs lined with doors. Hiro leads me to the very last one. We walk in and all I see at first is the dark glass that allows me to see over the club.
Hiro sits down on a black leather couch and I go to sit beside him but instead he pulls me onto his lap. He starts to run his hand up my bare back as he gives the waiter an order.
I flinch when I hear the sound of the door clicking close. I don't know what we are doing here and I am afraid to ask. Hiro doesn't like for me to ask him about things. He would rather I pretend to be a mindless barbie doll that he can torment.
I sit on his lap lost in thought when he cruelly pulls my head back to Look at him by yanking my hair.
"Y-yes?" I timidly ask him while my eyes tear up from the brutal way he is gripping my hair.
He doesn't say a word just stares at me. I bite my lip while tears slip down my face. Suddenly his lips descend on mine and he viotlates my mouth with his tounge. His hand stays in my hair while his other one creeps under my dress.